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his route.ā€

ā€œHe has lost, gentleman,ā€ said Andrew Stuart, ā€œhe has a hundred times lost! You know, besides, that the Chinaā ā€”the only steamer he could have taken from New York to get here in timeā ā€”arrived yesterday. I have seen a list of the passengers, and the name of Phileas Fogg is not among them. Even if we admit that fortune has favoured him, he can scarcely have reached America. I think he will be at least twenty days behindhand, and that Lord Albemarle will lose a cool five thousand.ā€

ā€œIt is clear,ā€ replied Gauthier Ralph; ā€œand we have nothing to do but to present Mr. Foggā€™s cheque at Barings tomorrow.ā€

At this moment, the hands of the club clock pointed to twenty minutes to nine.

ā€œFive minutes more,ā€ said Andrew Stuart.

The five gentlemen looked at each other. Their anxiety was becoming intense; but, not wishing to betray it, they readily assented to Mr. Fallentinā€™s proposal of a rubber.

ā€œI wouldnā€™t give up my four thousand of the bet,ā€ said Andrew Stuart, as he took his seat, ā€œfor three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.ā€

The clock indicated eighteen minutes to nine.

The players took up their cards, but could not keep their eyes off the clock. Certainly, however secure they felt, minutes had never seemed so long to them!

ā€œSeventeen minutes to nine,ā€ said Thomas Flanagan, as he cut the cards which Ralph handed to him.

Then there was a moment of silence. The great saloon was perfectly quiet; but the murmurs of the crowd outside were heard, with now and then a shrill cry. The pendulum beat the seconds, which each player eagerly counted, as he listened, with mathematical regularity.

ā€œSixteen minutes to nine!ā€ said John Sullivan, in a voice which betrayed his emotion.

One minute more, and the wager would be won. Andrew Stuart and his partners suspended their game. They left their cards, and counted the seconds.

At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still nothing.

At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, followed by applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls.

The players rose from their seats.

At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon opened; and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth second when Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an excited crowd who had forced their way through the club doors, and in his calm voice, said, ā€œHere I am, gentlemen!ā€

XXXVII

In which it is shown that Phileas Fogg gained nothing by his tour around the world, unless it were happiness.

Yes; Phileas Fogg in person.

The reader will remember that at five minutes past eight in the eveningā ā€”about five and twenty hours after the arrival of the travellers in Londonā ā€”Passepartout had been sent by his master to engage the services of the Reverend Samuel Wilson in a certain marriage ceremony, which was to take place the next day.

Passepartout went on his errand enchanted. He soon reached the clergymanā€™s house, but found him not at home. Passepartout waited a good twenty minutes, and when he left the reverend gentleman, it was thirty-five minutes past eight. But in what a state he was! With his hair in disorder, and without his hat, he ran along the street as never man was seen to run before, overturning passersby, rushing over the sidewalk like a waterspout.

In three minutes he was in Saville Row again, and staggered back into Mr. Foggā€™s room.

He could not speak.

ā€œWhat is the matter?ā€ asked Mr. Fogg.

ā€œMy master!ā€ gasped Passepartoutā ā€”ā€œmarriageā ā€”impossibleā ā€”ā€

ā€œImpossible?ā€

ā€œImpossibleā ā€”for tomorrow.ā€

ā€œWhy so?ā€

ā€œBecause tomorrowā ā€”is Sunday!ā€

ā€œMonday,ā€ replied Mr. Fogg.

ā€œNoā ā€”today is Saturday.ā€

ā€œSaturday? Impossible!ā€

ā€œYes, yes, yes, yes!ā€ cried Passepartout. ā€œYou have made a mistake of one day! We arrived twenty-four hours ahead of time; but there are only ten minutes left!ā€

Passepartout had seized his master by the collar, and was dragging him along with irresistible force.

Phileas Fogg, thus kidnapped, without having time to think, left his house, jumped into a cab, promised a hundred pounds to the cabman, and, having run over two dogs and overturned five carriages, reached the Reform Club.

The clock indicated a quarter before nine when he appeared in the great saloon.

Phileas Fogg had accomplished the journey round the world in eighty days!

Phileas Fogg had won his wager of twenty thousand pounds!

How was it that a man so exact and fastidious could have made this error of a day? How came he to think that he had arrived in London on Saturday, the twenty-first day of December, when it was really Friday, the twentieth, the seventy-ninth day only from his departure?

The cause of the error is very simple.

Phileas Fogg had, without suspecting it, gained one day on his journey, and this merely because he had travelled constantly eastward; he would, on the contrary, have lost a day had he gone in the opposite direction, that is, westward.

In journeying eastward he had gone towards the sun, and the days therefore diminished for him as many times four minutes as he crossed degrees in this direction. There are three hundred and sixty degrees on the circumference of the earth; and these three hundred and sixty degrees, multiplied by four minutes, gives precisely twenty-four hoursā ā€”that is, the day unconsciously gained. In other words, while Phileas Fogg, going eastward, saw the sun pass the meridian eighty times, his friends in London only saw it pass the meridian seventy-nine times. This is why they awaited him at the Reform Club on Saturday, and not Sunday, as Mr. Fogg thought.

And Passepartoutā€™s famous family watch, which had always kept London time, would have betrayed this fact, if it had marked the days as well as the hours and the minutes!

Phileas Fogg, then, had won the twenty thousand pounds; but, as he had spent nearly nineteen thousand on the way, the pecuniary gain was small. His object was, however, to be victorious, and not to win money. He divided the one thousand pounds that remained between Passepartout and the unfortunate Fix, against whom he cherished no grudge. He deducted, however, from Passepartoutā€™s share the cost of the gas which had burned in his room for nineteen hundred and twenty hours, for the sake of regularity.

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